a smile in the drizzle

The gray drizzle has not been my mood of late. I'm reading Thich Nhat Hanh with new eyes. Always new, beginners mind.

If we feel that we don't have have a smile right now, but can see our smile being kept by the dandelion, we are okay, he says. Also in the drizzle, the dirt, the stones, and the pepper plants, I say.

The snow has all but melted away. Carburetors are acting differently now.